Epilogue: For the first time in my adult life, I didn’t have a goal. I wanted a lasting relationship, a reason to stay, a purpose for a life in Brooklyn.
Chapter X: The progression of the day had brought us together, our legs touching as I argued with myself whether or not I should kiss her. It seemed a foregone conclusion, but I’d been wrong before.
Chapter VIII: She held out a box cutter. “Take this. Just in case.” The darkened St. Roch neighborhood was no place to walk without protection.
Chapter VI: I arrived in Nashville defeated. I had crawled through San Francisco and Chicago amidst the worst of the Great Recession and come out the other side, officially in the latter half of 10 Cities/10 Years; I was drained, bitter, and ready to give up.
Chapter V: Chicago brought its share of challenges for Selene and me, financial and personal, but whereas in San Francisco there were common foes and foils to unite us, in Year 5, it was just the two of us.
Chapter I: Loss is a fundamental part of traveling; people rarely tell you that.
We are going to remember 2016. We are going to remember it for what we lost. We are going to remember it for all that happened, and for all that we had hoped would happen, but did not. There will be times when the memories will come back to us in waves of pain and anger and utter dismay. We will not be able to forget.
For a variety of reasons over the years, I've held on to a great many items. Some for practical purposes, some because they function as a surrogate for my memory and, yes, even some for sentimental reasons. It happens.